[Extreme rape] (raping a beautiful girl)

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Extreme Rape
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By a stroke of luck, although I was a poor student during my university years, I lived in the most upscale villa district in Taipei.
The old five-story building was just a typical birdcage-style rental for students, but surrounded by cherry
blossoms in full bloom and a gentle mountain breeze all day long, I absolutely loved this cozy little nest that had been my home for four years.
Afraid of losing it, I made two copies of the key, one large and one small. The large one was for the downstairs iron gate, and
the small one was for the room door. I linked them with my car keys and carried them with me all the way until
after graduation, never returning them to the landlord.
Now, more than a month after graduation, like many other fresh graduates, I've
cut my long, Kimura-style hair into a tailored style, swapped t-shirts and jeans for shirts and dress pants, cleaned my stubble, and lost my former roguish charm.
Every day I'm busy with the pointless things like job interviews and self-recommendations.
After working for more than half a month, I still hadn't found a job. Was I being unrealistic and overconfident, or was the overall economic downturn really
that bad? Every day, weaving through traffic and crowds, I started to miss the
leisurely, carefree, and lucky days I had in my little apartment during my university years.
I always had the urge to go back to that apartment, especially after failing an interview and getting into an old, used car. The
scorching summer heat always reminded me of countless summer days when I would lie shirtless in that apartment, lazily
enjoying the cool mountain breeze.
Gradually, I started to think that my good fortune was left behind in that apartment, forgotten to be brought out with me.
Then, after another interview, I received the same "waiting for further notice" result. Dejected, I drove through
Shilin and unknowingly returned to my apartment building. Thinking I should try my luck, I took out my key and
tried it. To my surprise, the familiar lock opened easily. I tiptoed back to my apartment, and luckily,
it was exactly as I had left it. The yellowed blanket on the bed was perfectly rolled up, and two
cigarette butts remained on the floor.
I was glad the landlord hadn't rented it out yet, so I found a broom in the hallway and cleaned the dust off the floor
, and also found a towel to wipe the spring mattress. Finally, I went to a nearby 7-Eleven and bought a newspaper
and two cans of Taiwan beer. That afternoon, I took a shower, read the newspaper, drank beer, and enjoyed
the cool mountain breeze for over an hour.
There's a certain wondrous interplay between humans and their environment, like a peacock in full display.
In a zoo, it's always sickly and lifeless, but released back into the forest, it's vibrant and colorful. Or like a
tortoise, it always swims towards its ideal environment; if the environment is slightly less favorable, it won't even dare to stick its head out.
And my little nest is my blessed place.
That day, I made two phone calls from the job section of the newspaper. The second call was to a large leasing company applying for a sales position
. When I clearly stated that I was a recent graduate with no work experience, he only asked me two questions
: Was I a business major? And could I drink alcohol? I was drinking beer at the time! The answer, of course
, was yes. Without another word, he told me to bring my resume and report to work the next day.
It felt like I'd washed away the bad luck in my little nest. With a heart full of joy, I left my little nest and began my busy
life as an office worker.
Because I worked in lending, I had to navigate the complexities of dealing with numerous small and medium-sized enterprise managers, gathering credit information
and understanding the operational status of client companies. Holding the power of life and death in lending decisions, they all went to great lengths to flatter me
, using every possible avenue—from drugs to alcohol—and within two weeks of joining the company, I was already immersed in
a daily cycle of drinking and revelry starting at noon.
Despite this distorted lifestyle of alcohol and money, I still yearned for peace of mind. My small apartment became
a haven for me to steal moments of respite from my busy schedule. During breaks from the tiring social engagements, whenever possible, I would drive to my
quiet apartment at the foot of the mountain, wash away the sweat and grime, drink a refreshing beer, and then lie on my spring mattress watching the smog-shrouded
Taipei City.
I would always sneak over around two or three in the afternoon, taking advantage of the quietness of the street corner, unlocking the iron
gate, and then slipping inside like a cat. I knew that most of the people living on the same floor were office workers and students. Around
lunchtime, they were either sweating it out in class on the mountain or enjoying the air conditioning in their offices, so I didn't worry about being
discovered.
I only encountered the landlady a few times in front of the apartment, but perhaps because my hair was shorter and I looked more presentable, she didn't recognize
me. I pretended to be a stranger and walked past her, then went straight to the 7-Eleven at the end of the street.
Having a private space seemed to moderately ease my tense nerves. In my little apartment, I
would turn off my phone, take off all my clothes, and then, naked, look down at the deafening metropolis . The wind blowing against me was cool and refreshing, 　　completely different from
the distorted, twisted, and gray modern urban jungle stretching out before me . 　　I'd successfully sneaked around like this several times, and just when I'd practically made it my secret hideout 　　, one Friday I opened the door as usual, only to find the room crammed full of things, the air 　　thick with a strong perfume scent. My little nest had a new owner, and a fragrant lady at that. 　　Luckily, the new owner hadn't changed the locks. I swaggered in, searching through the new cabinets 　　, furniture, and decorations, trying to glean clues about the new tenant and contemplate 　　the possibility of a future together. Without a doubt, the new owner was a young woman; I 　　could tell 　　from the fashionable high heels by the door and the vibrant colors of the furniture . Opening the wardrobe that took up an entire wall, I found it filled with trendy, form-fitting 　　clothing: cropped tops, mesh tank tops, tight mini skirts, low-waisted skinny jeans, fitted 　　suits, and some low-cut dresses. This clearly indicated that the new homeowner was a fashionable working professional. 　　Although I was an uninvited guest, I couldn't suppress my desire to see what the homeowner looked like. I wanted to find her 　　photo, so I left the wardrobe and rummaged through her desk and drawers.

I easily found a large photo album with at least a hundred pictures. Some were
taken in Yangmingshan, Kenting, Alishan, and others abroad, like in Austria or Belgium. In every photo, the woman
had the same perfect figure, was as beautiful as a flower, with shoulder-length hair cascading down her back, and two small, bright white teeth.
My favorite was a photo of her in a bikini, reclining on a lounge chair, the azure pool water highlighting her flawless, sleek
skin, exuding a perfect, languid charm. Of course, I didn't love the charm itself, but rather
the alluring curves that seemed to burst forth from behind the bikini.
The swimsuit was a deadly pure white, shot from the toes, the nylon fabric clinging to her crotch seemingly
becoming part of her body, faithfully displaying the alluring texture of her private parts. Thankfully, it was a private pool;
otherwise, countless men would surely have nosebleeds.
I felt like I'd struck gold. My blood rushed to my lower abdomen; the thrill of spying on a woman's private parts filled me with intense
excitement. However, I was covered in sweat and stench, so I took a shower first, then continued searching for this beautiful woman's belongings.
I rummaged through the closets, finally finding her underwear, lingerie, bras, stockings
, pajamas, and slips. The panties alone came in cotton, silk, Lycra, leather,
PVC, and mesh—the sheer quantity and variety were astounding. I checked the time; it was only a little
past three in the afternoon. I carefully took about ten pieces of very minimally woven, provocative underwear and pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed.
Naked, I placed a photo of her in a bikini in front of me, imagining her alluring naked body
while sniffing each of her garments. My other hand, without any hesitation, began to masturbate.
What would it be like after the bikini was removed? Would there be curly pubic hairs covering a swollen,
blooming mound of flesh? Would wisps of heat emanate from within, gushing forth waves of desire?
Would those clearly visible pubic labia twitch with each thrust? And when I penetrated her completely, would the sensation be
intoxicating?
I wonder if other men would become a little perverted in this situation? I was pounding my fists,
on the verge of collapse, and I actually put on her panties—a silver, shiny Lycra low-rise thong
! Yes! A woman's panties! Wearing them, my penis bulged out from the crotch, the red, shiny
glans pointing high into the sky.
The tight crotch of my pants rubbed against my scrotum and anus, the erotic sensation almost
making me faint. I dared not rub my penis, and slowly walked to the full-length mirror to carefully observe my perverted appearance
. Ha! I swear, that was the most perverted man I had ever seen—it was me! A
22-year-old man, thin and tall, wearing only a silver women's thong, his naked body
covered only by a pair of silver women's underwear that clung to his hairy scrotum, the stretchy fabric clinging to his male characteristics.
Thinking that this same underwear had once clung tightly to another beautiful woman's labia and anus, stained with her
constant secretions and love juices, I couldn't control my excitement and rushed back to the photo, ejaculating all over her
white bikini.
That day, I put all my clothes back in their places, including that Lycra low-rise thong that still smelled of my body
. I looked through her ID in her drawer and learned her name was Lin Mingli. I also learned she worked at an advertising company. Finally,
I drank a can of Coca-Cola from her fridge, lay on her bed for thirty minutes, and then
swaggered away with the bikini photo.
From that day on, I began to lose interest in my girlfriend. To be honest, my girlfriend wasn't bad-looking; she was petite, had
fair skin, and quite large breasts. But I always felt she lacked something—femininity. Femininity
is that kind of allure that makes a man instantly aroused. You see a woman's breasts
and immediately want to touch and squeeze them; you see a woman's buttocks and immediately want to lift them; you see a woman's
thighs and immediately want to spread them; you see a woman's naked body and you might ejaculate without even realizing it. My girlfriend
wasn't that kind of woman, but Lin Mingli clearly was.
Almost two days a week, I would go back to our apartment and masturbate, maybe on Lin Mingli's bed, maybe in
front of her dressing table. Sometimes I wore her pajamas, sometimes I smelled her unwashed underwear, and once
I even wore her panties all over my head and ejaculated into her drinking glass. I think I'm sick, and this sickness is a deadly
sexual perversion.
You'll eventually run into a ghost if you walk the night road too often. I remember that day clearly; it was a Monday in early autumn. During
the morning business meeting, the boss berated me, asking if I'd been indulging in too much sex lately, saying I always felt dizzy and lethargic
. Damn the boss! Everyone knows he was furious because two clients had recently gone bankrupt, leaving a huge amount of bad
debt uncollected. But those weren't loans I'd made!
I was full of complaints, enduring the whole morning, and finally managed to sneak back to my little apartment during a break from work in the afternoon.
As I was whistling in the shower, I heard the bedroom door open. I immediately
fell silent, tightened the faucet, and listened intently to what was happening inside. Through the door, I heard the
sound of high heels stopping at the doorway. It must be Lin Mingli returning. She took off her shoes at the door, walked to the desk, and then let out a
soft "ee-ah." She sat down at the desk, opened a drawer, and anxiously searched for something.
I stood in the bathroom, holding my breath, and gradually, the wicked thought of raping her surfaced
in my mind. A battle raged within me between Satan and angel, and finally, Satan pierced the angel's heart with his sword, and blood began to
rush to my head.
Actually, it's not surprising. After fantasizing about her in photos for so long, now that she was alive and well in front of me, how could I
suppress the surging lust in my heart?
I first dried myself off, then covered my face tightly with a cotton vest, leaving the rest of my body naked to
avoid the discomfort of having to put it on and take it off later. As for tools, I grabbed a few towels, a hair tie, and a toilet
brush, just in case.
Hearing Lin Mingli's rustling sounds behind the door, I gently pushed it open and glimpsed a petite figure sitting sideways at the desk
, her beautiful right cheek slightly turned towards me. With lightning speed, I pounced on her.
"Wow! You are…"
Her face turned pale instantly, and she cried out in alarm. Before she could scream, I grabbed her
upper body and desperately covered her mouth with my other hand.
"Hehe... Quiet! If you disturb others, I won't let you get away with it." She struggled violently in my arms,
trying to kick my groin with her pink legs.
I clamped her legs
between mine and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Then, with great effort, I gagged her with a towel, tied her hands to the bedposts, and bound her feet tightly together with the sheet.
After I was mostly done, I was panting heavily. It was my first time doing something like this, and I was a little scared
. But since I had already started, there was no intention of stopping.
She was spread out like Jesus on the cross, but while Jesus faced death calmly
, she had tears in her eyes, and her delicate body bounced and thrashed like a shrimp.
I looked down at my prey closely. She was wearing a well-fitting gray suit—a tank top, a shirt, and a tight
skirt—clutching her beautiful body. Her small face, with bright eyes and white teeth, and deep-set features, was even more
stunning than in the photos. As she struggled, the skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing a small pair of
silver panties beneath her light gray stockings—the very same ones I'd used to masturbate the first time I entered her.
Seeing her firm, supple thighs and smelling the musky scent emanating from her, my penis immediately hardened
. At that moment, she knew what was about to happen to her. She stopped struggling and looked
at me with pleading eyes.
I was almost stunned. Damn it! How could there be such a captivating woman? She was beautiful whether she smiled or cried.
The more pitiful and helpless she appeared, the more it fueled the burning desire within me. I stared at her blankly for a long time, then a plan formed in my mind. I
said to her, "You should know what I'm going to do to you! But as long as you don't make a fuss and behave,
maybe I'll ejaculate before I even penetrate your little hole, then you'll escape this ordeal!"
"Mmm...uh..." She nodded repeatedly, her nose making muffled sounds.
"Now I'm taking the stuff out of your mouth. If you scream, I'll shove it back in and immediately rape your cunt
. No matter how many holes you have, I'll fuck them hard." I said decisively.
Pulling the towel out of her mouth, she didn't scream loudly, only whispering, "I won't scream. As long as
you don't rape me, I'll definitely listen to you. I'm getting married next month, please let me save my first time
for my husband, okay?" She looked at me earnestly.
"Pah! I don't believe you're still a virgin. I've already looked through all your things. Your underwear
is all sexy and provocative. How could you not have been penetrated by a man while wearing clothes like that?" I
replied incredulously.
Hearing the words "penetrated by a man," her face flushed, and she stammered, "It's...
it's true!"
"Then you must have seen a man's penis, right?" I asked, holding my penis in front of her.
She avoided looking at the enormous thing in front of her and nodded shyly.
"I didn't hear you! Have you seen it or not?" I pressed, pretending not to understand.
"I...I have!" Her voice was barely audible. I was satisfied with her answer. At least she didn't lie and say she hadn't seen it. 　　I would never believe
a beautiful woman in her twenties had never seen a man's genitals. 　　I loosened the bindings on her feet, removed her stockings and tight skirt, and unfastened her vest, shirt, 　　and bra from her chest. She instinctively flinched a few times, probably knowing there was no escape, but finally obediently let me remove her clothes. 　　"You said that as long as I behaved and let you ejaculate... you wouldn't... penetrate me." 　　She squeezed her legs together, reminding me with suspicion. 　　"Ha! You're really confident, knowing I'll ejaculate early. Do you usually help your boyfriend finish like this 　　? Hehe... no wonder you can keep your virginity." She was almost completely naked, her two white 　　breasts dangling from the open bodice, trembling gently, flawless white. 　　I rubbed her full breasts a few times, and she looked helplessly to the side, tears sliding down her cheeks, her pearly teeth biting 　　her cherry lips, her delicate body trembling. I was furious and snorted, "What! Would it 　　kill you to let me touch you? What kind of virgin act are you putting on!" I kneaded her hot breasts even harder. 　　She simply closed her eyes and tightly shut her legs. 　　"Hmph!" I reached out and forcefully pulled up her panties, the silver panties sinking into her labia minora, her two thick labia majora 　　turning outwards, tightly gripping the narrow strip of fabric. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed on the dark lips, leaving only 　　short roots. 　　"Ah...it hurts!" she cried out softly, her pink legs trying to dodge to the side. 　　I didn't let her dodge, pressing down on her legs, I brought my head close to her vulva, using the tip of my tongue to part the strip of fabric deep inside 　　, revealing a plump and tender little hole to me. The moment my tongue brushed against her labia, 　　her whole body trembled, her legs gripped tightly in my hands, unable to break free, and she began to sob softly. 　　The sudden, tangy scent of her vagina sent my blood rushing to my groin, my head spinning, my only desire to revel in her beauty 　　. 　　The vagina before me was young and alluring, its color slightly dark but not dull, its texture firm yet firm, its fullness just 　　right, its fragrance surpassing even the finest delicacies. Two tightly pressed labia densely concealed the entrance, only 　　revealing its hidden wonders when my tongue explored it. 　　I frantically savored her genitals, not missing an inch of skin, not overlooking a single crevice, while 　　her sobs never ceased. Only when my tongue was numb and my penis was numbed did I stop, straddling her 　　chest. 　　"Come on! Little beauty, open your mouth. If you don't make me cum, I'm going to fuck you!" I commanded 　　, kneeling on either side of her neck, my hands gripping my penis. 　　Her face was deathly pale, her tear-filled eyes filled with boundless disgust. 　　"What? Still thinking about it? My cock can't wait! If you don't open your mouth, I'm going to shove it into 　　your hole down there!" I lewdly grinned. 　　A blush swept across her pink face, and she opened her cherry lips with difficulty, tears welling up in her eyes. My penis didn't 　　hesitate at all, instantly plunging into her small mouth. The glans touched her warm tongue, soaking in the moist and sticky vaginal fluid, 　　making her feel incredibly comfortable all over.

"Hehehe! If you don't put in some effort to get me to come, do you want to give me your virginity?" I
chuckled sinisterly, reminding her to work harder for me.
Remembering what I had just said, she was suddenly startled. Her previously closed mouth began to move,
sucking and stroking my penis, occasionally flicking the urethral opening with her tongue, or sliding it violently into the glans.
"Mmm...oh...so good...I didn't expect you to be so good at blowjobs. It's a pity you're not a prostitute with such a skill
!" Feeling the warm tongue tracing every sensitive spot, bringing unparalleled pleasure, I exclaimed in a voice
.
Her eyes were teary, but her cheeks were slightly flushed with shame. She probably felt the penis in her mouth had hardened to the bone
and began to throb. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed and sucked wildly, each time almost reaching her throat, then
she held the penis tightly and pulled it out.
In less than three minutes, she almost sucked my semen out. On the verge of another climax, I pulled out
my penis just in time, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the surging tide of desire. I wasn't going to let her go; I wanted to possess
her even further.
"Ugh... how could you do this... you promised you'd let me go once you ejaculated, how could you stop at the last minute
..." she complained, still unwilling to give up.
"Heh! You still want to suck my cock?" I asked her maliciously.
She blushed, thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and nodded, saying, "Yes! I still want to suck yours... suck
yours..." She couldn't finish the sentence about what she wanted to suck.
Even knowing she was forced into it and only wanted me to ejaculate quickly, I still couldn't resist the urge to act.
Panting, I said, "Hehe! Now I don't want you to suck my cock, I want you to lick my asshole...
Ha! The feeling of a beautiful woman licking my asshole must be amazing, I'll never forget it."
Her face turned pale again, and she almost screamed. Trembling, she said, "Ah! No... no, I can't,
that... that... that's so dirty... I think I'll just give you a blowjob... I like... I like your
... your cock." She deliberately softened her tone when she said "dirty," as if afraid of angering me.
"It's not up to you. Luckily I just showered, so my asshole isn't too smelly. If you're afraid to lick it, I think
I might as well just rape you!" Turning around, I still pressed her legs tightly, my buttocks raised in front of her pink face
.
After a long silence, I grew impatient and threatened, "I'll count to three. If you still
don't feel anything in your anus, then I'll know you like being raped."
"One!" I counted to three, and she began to sob.
"Two!" Still no response.
"Three!" As soon as the words left my lips, a warm, wet sensation came from my anus, like an imperial edict delivered
to every cell, opening up my meridians, causing my seminal vesicles to open, and a surge of desire to flow. The thought of such a beautiful girl
licking my anus with her lipstick made me unable to control myself, and my semen shot out like a water arrow onto her breasts.
She noticed my trembling as soon as her tongue had moved twice, knowing I had paid the bill. She withdrew her lipstick and
whispered, "Um! Is this okay? Please let me go. I promise I won't call the police."
I collapsed between her breasts, remaining at the peak of pleasure for a long time before I could catch my breath. I inhaled
the virginal fragrance emanating from her skin a few times, then silently sat up, grabbed a towel, and forcefully tied her left foot to the left front bedpost
and her right foot to the right front bedpost. Her slender, voluptuous body was spread wide open in a figure-eight shape, her vulva and anus
exposed to the ceiling.
Even a virgin's tightly closed vulva was forced open under such deformed binding.
"Ah! What are you doing...you broke your promise...you...you'll regret this...help!"
She struggled hysterically throughout the entire process. I didn't have time to gag her, and her pitiful cries echoed through the mountains
.
"Hey! Regret? I'd regret not taking good care of your cunt! You're so stupid, trying to keep your word with a bad guy
is like playing with fire, and you actually believed it!" I quickly covered her mouth, and from a foot away, I
sneered coldly, looking at the bright red polyps protruding from her vagina and the throbbing, wheel-shaped anus. I slowly rubbed my penis
until it hardened again.
"Ugh...ugh...hmm..." She struggled desperately, letting out muffled moans.
I kissed her delicate body again, licking her calves, the inside of her thighs, her trembling labia, and her tight anus
. Even though her body was covered in my semen, I didn't miss her perky breasts and bright red nipples. I even cupped
her pale face and kissed her eye sockets, nose, cheeks, and glistening tears.
Under my wolfish kisses, the panic on her face vanished, replaced by
a gaze filled with resentment and malice, like a sharp blade piercing my exposed face.
"What? Hate me? Want to kill me? Hehe... but you won't have the chance. All you can do now
is enjoy the taste of your first time, savor it! You only get one chance in your life." I rubbed
her saliva-covered labia, my penis already poised to strike.
A virgin's first time was indeed incredibly tight. I verified her chastity amidst her silent protests, bringing forth patches
of blood. Blood mixed with bodily fluids made the union of our sexual organs sticky and awkward. Although I was incredibly excited, the
sensation wasn't exactly pleasant.
Under her hateful gaze, I ejaculated again, my thin semen filling her upturned uterus
. After
raping
Mingli, my intimate relationship with Xiaowo came to an end. Although
the thrill and sweetness of that brief encounter haunted my dreams, I dared not relapse.
Besides the lingering pleasure, anxiety and unease followed. I worried that Mingli would report me to the police, and that
one day a large group of officers would storm into my office and arrest me. Only hardened
criminals are fearless, and how could I not be afraid, having committed my first crime?
Every time the night was quiet, I would repeatedly relive the events of that day. I was certain I hadn't let her see my...
There was no evidence or witness testimony left behind, except for fingerprints and semen.
Having no prior criminal record, I was quite confident that fingerprints and semen wouldn't lead to any connection to me, and
that most women wouldn't report it for fear of damaging their reputation. So, I continued my daily routine of going to and from work with a heavy heart.
However, away from my apartment, my luck had run out.
Ten days after the crime, I returned to the company after a business trip and was told that a man was
waiting for me in the reception room. I recalled seeing two burly men standing by the counter at the entrance,
talking incessantly on their phones, and immediately knew something was wrong.
"Mr. Wu! Hello! We need your assistance in investigating a murder case," the man in the reception room
said.
"I'm sorry! I'm currently at work and can't help you. Besides, I've never dealt with murder before.
How can I help you?" I sighed inwardly. I'd never even killed a chicken; a murder case couldn't possibly involve
me.
"Do you know Miss Lin Mingli?" The police officer stared intently at me.
"Lin Mingli?" I jumped, my face turning pale. I couldn't understand how Lin Mingli could be dead.
"It seems you know her. Miss Lin was raped and murdered in her own home ten days ago. You are a murder suspect,
and I am now arresting you according to the law!" The officer pulled out handcuffs, his voice stern as he stared at me. His burly frame blocked
the door; I had no way to escape.
"I...I didn't kill anyone..." I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, my whole body chilled to the bone.
"Heh! Still trying to argue? Wait until we're in court! Finding you wasn't easy. Luckily,
Ms. Lin's landlord remembered seeing you return to the house several times. We checked with nearby businesses,
and sure enough, the security footage from the day of the incident captured you. Don't you remember buying anything at 7-Eleven that day
? Hey… a newspaper, two cans of Taiwan beer!"
"Perhaps that's not enough to make us suspect you, but you, you stupid thief, went to 7-Eleven twice that day.
The first time, your hair was slicked back, but an hour later, you went in with loose hair to buy iodine solution.
We deduced that the murderer had showered in the victim's room, and then Ms. Lin returned home unexpectedly. The murderer, seeing her, raped and
murdered her. Isn't that how it happened?" The officer, convinced it was me, loudly rebuked me.
"I… I really didn't kill anyone!" I stammered, my mind a complete mess.
"Heh heh! I see you're speechless. Once the fingerprints match the semen, let's see what explanation you have
! Come on! Come back to the station with me!" He handcuffed me and dragged me out the door.
"I...I admit...I raped her...but...I didn't kill her..." I still
cried out, unwilling to give up.
The subsequent semen and fingerprint tests showed a perfect match. The police also searched my home and found a copy of the key to my apartment,
as well as a dozen or so uniform invoices from nearby businesses. At this point, the evidence against me for trespassing was
irrefutable. Although the most direct murder weapon couldn't be found, the semen collected from the victim's genitals and the skin fragments under her fingernails
all pointed to me as the murderer.
"What deep-seated hatred did you have for her? Not only did you murder such a beautiful woman, but you also ruined
her face. Fortunately, her boyfriend and family confirmed she was Ms. Lin Mingli, and the forensic doctor also confirmed it.
Since you're so ruthless, why didn't you just find a secluded place to dispose of the body?" Several police officers interrogated
me repeatedly, but they couldn't figure out my motive.
They probably thought I was a deranged serial killer, a rapist who then murdered me, utterly insane. Although I vehemently protested my innocence, using
every means to prove my sanity and lack of any abnormal behavior, no one believed me. I was left speechless
, unable to express my suffering.
On the day I returned to my apartment to reenact the crime scene, the normally quiet afternoon was packed with people: the landlady
, my former roommates Xiaozhu, Xiaobai, and Wenwen. Their faces were filled with surprise, disdain, and disgust
. I heard whispers rising and falling: "You can never judge a book by its cover!", "What a hypocrite!
I almost misjudged him!", "These days, college students are so low-class, they can even commit rape and murder
!", "Pah! Social scum!"
Several wads of phlegm were spat on me.
Under police coercion and restraint, I reenacted the rape of Mingli. As for the murder and disfigurement scenes, since I
had never actually done them, I could only endure the police's pulling and cursing, resisting to the death.
Just as I was struggling and explaining myself to the police, through the crowd, I saw a familiar, beautiful face
looking at me triumphantly. Although the hallway wasn't very bright, her two canine teeth gleamed like white jade.
"Ah! Officer...look...look...Lin Mingli is standing there perfectly fine, isn't she?
I told you I didn't kill her..." I shouted, pointing towards the far end of the corridor.
The officer turned his head, and a wisp of hair, like a leak, disappeared around the corner. I opened my mouth wide and frantically
waved my arms, urging the officer to chase after me, but the officers all surrounded me, their expressions stern, all thinking I was lying.
They didn't see my gleaming little tiger teeth!
In the end, I was sentenced to ten years in prison for rape and murder. Despite repeated appeals,
the witnesses of the landlord and the 7-Eleven employee, as well as the semen collected from the victim's private parts, all led to the rejection of my appeals.
Prison life was tough, especially for a rapist. I won't go into detail about my suffering, because it
was entirely my own doing. But whenever I masturbated in my cell while looking at the picture of that beautiful woman lying in a white bikini
, I felt immense regret, not only regretting that I raped her, but also regretting that I hadn't actually killed
her.
I don't know if Lin Mingli is dead or not. I also don't know if the woman who sneered in the hallway that day was a person or a
ghost. But one thing I'm absolutely certain of is that I didn't kill anyone!
Regardless of whether I deserved it or not, I definitely made a wrong step, letting lust cloud my judgment,
building a fleeting pleasure on someone else's lifelong suffering. Now I'm revealing my tragic experience only to warn
all my fellow lustful people: never rape a beautiful woman. If you do rape her, never ejaculate
inside her; that will expose you completely.
And when a woman makes you regret it, you will definitely regret it. You might not have time to regret it then, but...
One day you'll regret it, just like I regret it terribly now.
Women are terrifying, the more beautiful they are, the more terrifying they are!

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